She was just eight years old,
thin wisp in a canvas shroud,
easy to carry in the night
as he slipped by snipers
hurried through
the killing lanes
to the grave,
scrapped gravel
over her head
and paused to offer
her innocent soul
to Allah,
when shots snapped,
and he fell.
Now father and daughter
together lay, no longer
afraid.
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